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Losing My Religion

I have a
hard time seeing straight when I have to look intolerance in the face. It’s an
issue that hits very close to home with me. As an adult, I’ve managed to order
my life such that, most of the time, when we’re not in an election year, I can
pretend that most people, most of the time, aren’t hateful. But all it takes
is reading a Chick tract, coupled with the knowledge that there are plenty of
people who, on the whole, find Chick’s views to be downright moderate to
pull me back to reality.

You can’t drag people kicking and screaming into the 15th century. You can’t
defeat hate with debate. All you can do is remember that they exist, take
appropriate precautions to defend yourself. And if I find it hard to write
this while keeping my promise to refrain from profanity, well, I’ll just have
to take a deep breath and think about how much harder it must be to grow up
steeped in the values of a perverse, life-hating Christian cult.

And, even if it does no objective good, even if it doesn’t change anyone’s
mind, for the purposes of posterity, you can speak the truth and identify
things like this tract as evil when you see them.